O tongue you are an endless treasure. O tongue, you are also an endless disease.

In the orchard and rose garden I long to see your face. In the taste of Sweetness I long to kiss your lips. In the shadows of passion I long for your love.

Give up to grace. The ocean takes care of each wave 'til it gets to shore. You need more help than you know.

Let the Beloved be a hat pulled down firmly on my head.

Lightning, your presence from ground to sky, no one knows what becomes of me, when you take me so quickly.

You do not see clearly the evil in yourself, else you would hate yourself with all your soul. Like the lion who sprang at his image in the water, you are only hurting yourself, O foolish man. When you reach the bottom of the well of your own nature, then you will know that the vileness was from yourself.

Stars burn clear all night till dawn. Do that yourself, and a spring will rise in the dark with water your deepest thirst is for.